I stayed with my daughter at the Mill of Ireland [I think the brochure says Eyrland, its a good place] in 2004, we walked down the gravel road at the red phone box by which meanders a small coffee colored stream gradually getting larger and larger as we went. Found a rocky bay where we collected treasures : broken Blue Willow china, a slightly abraided cookie press which I use, several worn gems of colored glass and other sundry metal bits. I have the treasure hoarded in an Orkney oatcake tin. Found an old handforged latch [the part with the hook] at The Breck buried in the dirt which now holds up a hanging basket of flowers. Another day we went, there weren't any more treasures, only a rocky shoreline blistered with stranded neon-string jellyfish waiting for the tide. No idea what they're supposed to be called. Maybe the finding of treasures depends on the severity of the most recent storm ? Meg Greenwood / Oklahoma USA ============================ Mike Clouston wrote: > Map here, Anne > http://www.streetmap.co.uk/newmap.srf?x=330695&y=1009560&z=4&sv=330695,1009560&st=4&ar=Y&mapp=newmap.srf&searchp=newsearch.srf > > The Mill is immediately opposite the phone box depicted by a phone handset > >